Bridge

Pushed to the edge of this cascading, unstable bridge steel crushing, glass breaking, almost the stress I’m used to taking. Roaring white water swirls beneath once a friend, but now a fear I worked so hard to get us here but to no avail. My breath is rapid as I look around waiting for just any sound a cry, a scream, a siren or call to reassure me I haven’t lost it all. I dragged you here, I’m pulling you down you never even had a choice I spoke over your careful words and ended up taking your voice. The bridge was once called sturdy I trusted its solid beams but as I’m sure you’ve heard before nothing’s as it seems. So all that’s left is to hold on tight and close my eyes for good and wonder where I could be now if I’d only understood.

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